Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.